It really kind of sucked to be close to someone for so long and then suddenly not be anything anymore.

Back in my days as a children's book editor, my superiors caught on to the fact that teenagers were using the Internet to gossip about each other, and thought it might be nifty to develop a series of books about an anonymous high-school blogger who gossips about her classmates. The concept was passed on to me.

Face it, you have to be sort of an egomaniac to write something down and think that anyone is going to want to read it.

Taste of metal on my tongue. Poison the color of envy- I'm delirious, you're delicious, I'm deluded and delusional. I'm lost without you. I need you.

the garbage cans and mailboxes on the sidewalk would stay the same, but the people would be just a beautiful blur of motion.

I always resented books that tried to teach a lesson, where the characters are too good: They don't swear, they tell their mothers everything.

Give a girl a boyfriend and she becomes a total expert on relationships